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A Letter to all of YouFriends,A Letter to all of You by ~lostinparagraph
I know I haven't been around much as of late. It's been hard, and I regret not being here as much I used to. All of you have helped me come along so much as a writer since I first started writing here on deviantART over a year ago. I never could thank all of you enough. You've all done something--favorited, commented, encouraged, inspired. And I can only hope that I've done something of the same for each and every one of you; even if I haven't, I still hope you all the best.
If you haven't guess by now, this is goodbye.
But I promise you it isn't forever.
I'm stepping away from fanfiction--I don't have the time and/or energy for it anymore. I'm approaching my senior year of high school, and that means college isn't too far off either. Things are becoming hectic as my Junior year draws to a close. I am being more active/social. I am writing a revolutionary (?) novella. I am conquering my social anxiety. I am making music. I am reading. I am trying new things.
But, most importan
features1) The first 20 people to comment on this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list!features by *oppafrerardstyle
2) If you comment, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger (me!) on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone!
The breakup 1.His warm hand suddenly felt cold in mine. All the glee, and the comfort i found in his touch vanished, as it could of been turned off by a simple flick of a switch, this switch being the dreaded words i never thought i'd hear.
I snatched my hands from his and held it behind my back, and as far away from him as possible, and he didn't try and reach for it again. He let his own hand fall limply to his side, where he stood, shoulders hunched looking a mix of fearful and sorry for himself. Frank's eyes didn't have that sparkle they normally had when he laid them on my face. His skin had seemed to go a paler shade- No, the whole world, seemed like
The Angel and The Merman P4 Kat was curled up in the corner of her cell; her thin arms clasped tightly around the legs that were drawn up to her chest. The walls that closed in around her blurred as her mind sank into its own depths, trying to reclaim the idea she’d been shaping earlier. It was there, somewhere in the recess of her mind, she just couldn’t decipher what it was. It was like it was wrapped in a code she had made, yet she’d forgotten how to crack it. Trying to draw it into the middle of her mind so she could see it better, Kat was forced out of her stupor by a loud clatter. Jumping, her head shot up to the source of the sound. The d
Pandora's Box Grace’s hand gripped Show Pony’s tightly, tanned fingers clasped tightly around his. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and her stomach threatened to empty its contents at any second as nerves bubbled relentlessly inside it. Biting her lip, she took one step forward, her legs about to buckle under her weight, which suddenly seemed twice what it usually was.
“Are you sure you want to do this, darlin’?” Show Pony asked, only a hint of his usual humour flickering through his almost monotone voice with the inclusion of his pet name for her. “It’s not too late to turn back and go home.
RegretThe shop is shut and the blinds are drawn,
The lights are switched off until a never-coming dawn,
The posters and signs are ripped and torn,
My little shop, left all alone and forlorn.
No more faulty stock left out on the side,
No more nooks and crannies where I can hide,
No more isles and counters where I reside,
My little shop, it broke down and died.
|*unlockeverydoor <--- My Beth Phoenix |
*littleblackmariah <--- I am AJ
~xoPuppyKissesxo <--- My CM Punk
*Cuddlepuss <--- My Big (Baby) Show
*Whatsernameagainpa <--- My Stone Cold Steve Austin
~xSt-Jimmyx <--- My Randy Orton
~nuclearjuice <--- My Kane
~jamtrousers1313 <--- My Miz
=XxRunaway-ScarsxX <--- My Daniel Bryan
*Moltenman1997 <--- My Dolph Ziggler
| <--- The mad old ghost that lives in my attic and steals all the cheese!|
<--- my vampire relative that is married to frank iero!
<--- my mentally challenged ma with a fixation on the name mikey/ mick/ mike!
<--- my own personal beth phoenix
<--- a unicorn that lives in my garden!!!!
<--- my pet werewolf!
<--- my British, pancake-eating, Skittle-stealing unicorn!!!!!
<--- my random elder cousin!!!
<--- my cat that seems friendly but is secretlyplotting world domination!!!
<--- the cat that doesn't seem to know what personal space is but knows just about everything else!
<--- Awesome, dragon-riding, pyromaniac sister that is like a boss!!!
<--- My pet Kangaroo named French Toast!!!
<--- The crazy stalker that lives in my basement without my knowlege, wears rainbow fingerless gloves and carries a knife!!!
<--- my random-weird-MCR-obssesed-always-has-her-iPod-and-constantly-on-twitter cousin who wears mismatched crazy socks!!
<--- THE DADDY.
<--- My flying aqua blue Garden gnome thats talks and can fly called Meep!!!
<--- my strawberry poptart who rides nyan cats through space with technicolor bananas
<--- my sexy little sister who's married to gerard!
Inside Every Madman Is A Misunderstood Genius Officer Toro leaned back in the cold, plastic chair, facing the man before him. The man looked up, his hazel eyes bloodshot, rimmed with red in between rings of sleep deprived darkness. His oily black hair fell over his face, hiding it from view, casting it shadow. Sighing, the man rested his head on a glove-clad hand. His t-shirt was on inside out and his jeans looked a little too big for him.
"What do you want?" He demanded, his raspy, exhausted voice ringing with a clear New Jersey accent.
"Answers." Officer Toro immediately replied. "Why did you shoot that man out there?"
"His name was Mikey." The man mumbled,
Love Bites "Stockholm Syndrome-"
"Kiss me and you get to keep your finger."
"Very common in cases such as this-"
"Kiss me and you get to keep your toe."
"Treatable, yes. But it'll take a lot of hard work-"
"Kiss me and you get to keep your hand."
"And even then there's a possibility-"
My Cellmate's A Killer "This is the common room. You will have an allocated amount of time in here each day." The prison warden informed Frank, gesturing inside to where a game of cards was taking place between several convicts. One of them threw his cards down in disgust, his oily black hair falling into his eyes.
"Cheat!" He exclaimed angrily, "I saw the cards under the table!"
"That's bullshit! Just 'cause you're an emo fag you have to shit stir!"
"What did you call me?" He spat and stood up,
Bitch Slapped!I was trying out for the Diva's NXT show, and hanging out with my new found friends, Sheamus and Zack. Just talking, laughing and joking, like the friends we were becoming, after all, Zack was my mentor, and Sheamus was from the UK, like me, so it wasn't excessively surprising, really. We were joking about some of the 'heels and faces' and how some couldn't seem to remove their faces from the butts of other wrestlers and management members, when who should come into view, but my least favorite 'heel', DAVID OTUNGA!
God that man is an ass if ever there was one. Self opinionated, snooty, and threatening legal action if things didn't go his way
GHOSTS- Alphabet Oneshot Challenge
Its funny how the ghosts of your past can come back to haunt you.
A cold, dark night in Long Island, New York. Should have been just like any other night. Okay, Friday night Smackdown had come to visit, a good reason for the two Ryder cousins to meet up. Maxwell Ryder, not long out of prison, and Zack Ryder, the WWE Superstar who he hadn’t seen in ages. Not just like old times, but not so far from it.
It should have been just the two cousins having a laugh.
But that when something unexpected happens.
A phone call.
A deleted contact from his mobile’s memory banks but had been stored in his mind’s memory banks for so long
|Much As I Hate These Things, These Are All Things That I Still Need To Do. Things Will Be Removed Once They Are Done)|
A Oneshot for *Cuddlepuss
Skins for *Cuddlepuss (one of her OC Pyro, one of harry/ron/hermy)
A Fuckload Of Group Icons for *Cuddlepuss
Two more cushion cover drawings for... guess who.
(just don't fuckin ask why I owe her all this stuff)